Cupid <p> This poem is in form similar to a haiku, I'm afraid I can't remember the name of the style but it has constrained numbers of syllables in each line (5,7,9,7,5) and no rhyme.

Damn it, Cupid, I
Don't need another five
Of your piercing painful love
Arrows in my heart. I'm
Already shot down.

I'm hooked I tell you,
Why Cupid, why do you
Persist? Your first arrow found
It's mark in my heart, so
Why needs shoot five more?